Chapter 518 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• He hopped out of the car, striding towards the convenience store without a second thought. Cornelia watched his retreating figure, a surge of warmth flooding her heart. Just as Abigail had said, she must’ve been a saintin her past life to have met Marcus and become his wife in this one. She really owed her past self a big one. If her past self hadn’t racked up some good karma, there was no way she would’ve ever crossed paths with Marcus Within no time, Cornelia spotted Marcus emerging from the store, lugging a massive bag. What on earth did he buy so much of? What did he get? Marcus approached, opening the bag for her to see, “I didn’t realize there were so many brands and types of sanitary pads. I wasn’t sure which you’d need, so I just bought a pack of each type and brand they had.” Cornelia plucked out her usual brand from the bag, “These are fine. You can return the rest. It’s too much for me to use, and we shouldn’t waste.” She figured Marcus would find returning them a hassle and suggest throwing them away instead. But he didn’t, obediently taking the bag back to the store for a refund.
• While he was at it, Cornelia snuck off to a nearby public restroom. After a quick freshening up, her stomach felt a lot better. Back at the car, Marcus had returned too. He rubbed her lower abdomen, “Does it still hurt?” Cornelia shook her head, “Much better.” Marcus said, “Then buckle up, we should head home.” Comelia replied, “Sure.” In no time, Marcus drove them back to Lakeview Estates, to the spacious house he had bought. Once home, he settled Cornelia on the sofa, fetching a thin blanket to drape over her, “Wait here, I’ll make you some hot tea.” Cornelia chimed in, “I don’t think we have any ingredients?” Marcus said, “I’ve already had them delivered.” No sooner than he had finished speaking, the doorbell rang. Marcus collected the groceries‘, advising Cornelia, “Stay put and rest.” Cornelia responded, “Okay.” Perhaps it was her cramps, or maybe she was just exhausted, but Cornelia fell asleep almost instantly. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but suddenly she was having a nightmare, being chased by wolves. She tried to run, but her legs were bound. Just as the wolves were about to devour her, Marcus‘ deep voice woke her from the nightmare. Cornelia jerked awake, throwing her arms around Marcus, “Jeremy.” Patting her back gently, Marcus asked, “Another nightmare?” Cornelia nodded, “Yes.” Marcus reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’m right here.” Cornelia said, “As long as you’re here, I’m not afraid of anything.” Taken aback, Marcus replied, “The tea’s ready. Get up and hav Comelia sprawled on the couch, absolutely knackered and unwilling to move a muscle, “I don’t wanna get up” “Well, if you don’t feel like it, just chill out.” Marcus propped a cush ion behind Cornelia, then turned to fetch some tea, spooning it to her mouth considerately, “Have a sip.” After sipping it, Cornelia looked up at him, “How did you know hot tea would make my period more bearable? Did you used to make tea for other girls?” Marcus stared at her, stating in all seriousness, “You’re the only one. There’s never been anyone else.” Cornelia knew he’d never had anyone else, she was just messing with him.
• Seeing him so serious, she dropped the teasing and finished the tea in a few gulps. After she finished, Marcus removed the cus hion from behind her, pulled her into his arms, and gently massaged her abdomen with his strong hand. His touch was so light, it tickled and Cornelia squirmed a bit, “That tickles!” Marcus asked, “So, should I stop?” Even if he stopped moving, his warmth was still being steadily transferred to Cornelia through his strong hand, it felt so cozy. She didn’t know whether it was the hot tea or his warm hand that did the trick, but in no time, Cornelia’s abdomen felt remarkably better, “I don’t feel so bad anymore.” Marcus suggested, “Rest a while longer, you should be fine. Then you can take a shower.” Cornelia leaned into him, “Jeremy.” Marcus asked, “What is it?” Cornelia spoke, “Will you always be with me? Can we really stay together forever? I’m scared that this is all a mirage, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to cope with being alone.” She used to suffer through her periods alone. Now with Marcus by her side, his care and warmth were a comforting presence. But Cornelia had her fears. She’d gotten used to his care. If one day he left her or stopped caring for her, she wasn’t sure if she could cope. Marcus reassured her, “As long as we want to stay together, we definitely can.” Cornelia muttered, “Who knows.” Marcus asked, “Why the sudden pessimism?” Cornelia explained, “It’s not pessimism. It’s because of what happened to Mr. Augustine.” Marcus reminded her, “Everyone has a different fate!” But Cornelia, as if not hearing Marcus’ words, continued on her own, “He loved his wife so much, but she and their child left this world too early, leaving him to live alone. The decades following their departure were pure agony for him.” Comelia was overly concerned about Mr. Augustine’s situation, and Marcus didn’t want her to worry too much, “Let’s change the subject.” But Cornelia wanted a clear answer, she wanted to fully understand the situation, “Do you really know nothing about what happened to Mr. Augustine’s wife?” Marcus replied, “I know a bit, but not in detail, and I can’t be sure if it’s true.”